Tuesday, October 07, 2008

Playing with the New Camera

In honor of our trip to Montana, we bought a new digital camera (nothing fancy--just a Kodak). My oldest and I played with it this afternoon. We called on our two favorite (read: most cooperative) subjects.

After that we went out to the garden to tested its up close focus. A bit blurry, but I think it's a matter of learning how close to get.

Lastly we checked out the special effects and were especially impressed with the black and white feature.

I call this one the Garden of Good and Evil

Ol Shep

And then we decided to take Solomon's advice and have some fun. A subject he knows a great deal about. All he requires is a stick and a boy.

Here's the stick.

Here's the boy.
In this picture he's reporting back that he can't find the stick the boy has just thrown. Mostly this is a distraction.

While the boy is looking, he doubles back, grabs up the stick and runs past him, so that the boy will know that he's been had.

We rather suspect that he is smarter than his owners.

All in all, it's not a bad little camera for the money. The color quality varies some, but it isn't so far off that it will be distracting. I did a lot of cropping on these shots so they'd fit on the page which interferes a bit with the quality, but once I get a handle on distance and light etc, I think it will suit our purposes just fine.

RH-I agree. Anything that means interacting with their favorite people.

Debby-Solomon adores tennis balls, but can't be left alone with them as he destroys them. The same goes for squeaky toys (More than once we've caught him in the act of gleefully disemboweling them a fleece toy just to get at the squeaker)

Scotty--We could always do that "adopt a pet" thing, like they do at the zoo and I could send you updates and such. :)

Author of Sing

He could hear them, owl, rats, cats, foxes and woman, winged child breathing. All of them soulless husks. Yes.That was what he meant.Soulless. Sleep was an absence of soul, a light out in the attic and nobody home. He knew--death entered a little more with each dawn, just before the waking.Crept in so's nobody'd notice it, catch it and stop it. Not bold, death--but a weasel prowling. It took its time, but it came in all the same.